UAPs and Seeing the New Reality

Hopefully, in this attempt, I will be more successful in explaining just what is happening, and move discourse in the direction of the reality behind “UAPs.”

Imagine having the time to sit on a park bench or even a large stone and stare off into the pattern of our reality laying there, open in the sunlight, in front of you. There is grass, trees here and there, maybe some rocks, some rolling hills off in the distance. You let your eyes relax to take it all in. You start to contemplate the depth and distance between objects in your line of sight, and you notice a few things you hadn’t noticed before: a few small saplings, some flowering bushes lining the foot of the hill, a lamppost reflecting sunlight in a shiny glint. You stare at the glint, your eyes relaxing a bit more, and notice something else. Why is there a lamppost in this otherwise all-natural scene? Normally, you wouldn’t have even noticed it, but now it becomes the focus of your attention. As you look closer, the rest of the scenery seems to slide back, and an image comes into clearer focus like in one of those Magic-Eye prints.

What do you see?

The lamppost isn’t alone. There are three of them in a triangular formation, hidden among the saplings, and the posts are supporting a large, shiny-metallic structure. The whole thing suddenly slides into view as though it is being pushed out from behind the scenery by unseen stagehands. And here, your mind makes a crucial decision: Accept what it is seeing and begin processing the whole picture, or just forget it. You get distracted by a bird or an interesting cloud, the image fades into your subconscious, and you realize you’ve been sitting there enjoying your lunch break for nearly an hour and it’s time to get back to your day.

The next time you see this odd structure is, perhaps, in a reoccurring dream. As you dream it, it seems familiar, something you recognize, but when you wake up, you think, “Wow, that was weird! I’ve never seen that before.” And it fades completely in the few minutes that your mind is conscious again, as dreams do.

This phenomenon is known as negative hallucination. Instead of seeing something that isn’t there, we don’t see something that is there, and this is because the sight is too much for our consciousness. It is so far removed from the normal view with which we are comfortable, it becomes uncomfortable, so our mind blocks it from the input it is receiving from the eyes, and it never manifests in our consciousness.

There is a famous account of this phenomenon, when James Cook brought his ship Endeavour to the coasts of Australia in 1770. The Aboriginal people there, members of the Gweagal clan, couldn’t see the ship. It was so far outside of their concept of reality that it was invisible to them. When the Natives finally perceived the men in strange garb approaching land in smaller boats similar to their own, they greeted them with words that meant, “You’re all dead.” Cook’s crew took this as a threat, but one Native descendant’s account suggests the real meaning:

“When our old people saw the Endeavour coming through, they actually thought it was a low-lying cloud because all they could see was whiteness,” he said. “In Dharawal culture, that low-lying cloud means the spirits of the dead have returned to their country and so they saw almost ghosts.

At first, they could not see the ships because they could not conceive of the ships. Then, their first reaction to comprehension was to equate the vision with the supernatural.

Negative hallucination is a biological defense that prevents the human mind from perceiving too much at once, lest it shatter. This is what humans have been doing since we first noticed that we are not alone on this planet. This is the truth behind the UFOs, or the UAPs as they are now officially called. We usually don’t even see them because we cannot yet perceive of this larger reality. We are merely pupae in our little meat-cocoons, we are consciousness growing in these incarnate bodies or shells. Every once in a while, however, one of us has been in a more open state of consciousness, and they have reported on the strange sights they have seen in a manner befitting of their own understandings at the time.

I repeat this a lot on this blog: Ezekiel saw “wheels within wheels” coming out of a whirlwind. Alexander the Great’s armies saw “flaming shields.” Peoples of antiquity saw faeries and other “wee-folk.” In the 1890s, at the height of the zeppelin’s popularity, people saw “mystery airships.” Then, with the space-age, came spacemen in spaceships. Now that we are delving into multiverses and quantum entanglement, we are seeing ultraterrestrials – entities from other universes around ours.

I am one of those crazies that saw (and heard) things at a very young age, the age when most of us notice these things, but our parents put us back on the path of controlled thinking, and as we grow, these “strange” encounters are pushed to the back of the mind and recalled only as imaginary friends or daydreams, nothing real or substantial at all. Some of us never let go of what we saw, and it becomes an issue. It ruins you. It really is a Will-O-the-Wisp. I’ve been chasing this phantom consciousness for as long as I can remember, and my methods have included everything from using hallucinogens to joining the military. I tried that twice – Air Force and Navy – back when I still thought it was extraterrestrial. I chose these branches because I knew they were the ones working closely with the investigation of UFOs. Surprisingly, the Navy seems to have the best access to this strange topic. Yet both branches rejected me due to my blood pressure. The Navy rejected me outright. The Air Force thought it would be more fun to make me go through the entire MEPS process before turning me away. And my blood pressure was the first thing they checked! Still, there I was, duck-walking on my knees on a concrete floor in my underwear, and the next day the doctor just said, “Hypertension. Sorry. Next!” But I digress.

“And THEN we told him we wouldn’t take him due to high blood pressure!”

Now I’m not rejecting the popular E.T. Hypothesis. I’m certainly not saying extraterrestrials don’t exist. I’m saying that there is a larger phenomenon here, and it may very well be native to this earth (perhaps it IS this earth?), existing all around us and yet imperceivable to our infantile consciousness. It has always been here, subtly manipulating human development from behind the scenes. As the author of the Necronomicon, “Abdul al-Hazred” (that mad racist H.P. Lovecraft, most likely) noted, “The Old Ones were, the Old Ones are, and the Old Ones shall be. Not in the spaces we know, but between them. They walk serene and primal, undimensioned and to us unseen.” There may be an actual E.T. presence on Earth, but if there is, they are here to communicate with this phantom consciousness, not with us.

But we cannot discount the very real possibility that these so-called “aliens” are a manifestation of this same consciousness. The extensive investigative works of Jacques Vallée, John Keel, and many others certainly seem to support this hypothesis. Most “UFO enthusiasts” cherry-pick accounts of encounters with this phenomenon to fit the nuts-and-bolts spaceship and E.T. hypothesis (ETH), but there are so many more accounts of high strangeness that make this collective phenomenon something beyond what we can even yet wholly grasp. We catch glimpses, and they are confusing to us as we still cannot see the whole picture.

David Bowie put it very succinctly in discussing a UFO sighting he had in 1967:

So why is the U.S. government finally admitting that “UAPs” are real and that they don’t know what they are? Have sightings increased? No, the numbers haven’t gone up, but I think officials may suspect that something is about to be revealed, so they are trying to control the narrative as much as they can — and perhaps indirectly ask for help. By legitimizing the phenomenon, they are signaling to the academic world that open research is now welcome, so the fearful brain trusts no longer need fear the loss of reputation and/or funding, which is how they have kept legitimate research into this phenomenon squelched for the past seventy decades: Preach the dogma of the religion of science or get excommunicated. No funding, no reputation, no career.

This phenomenon is not new. It has been part of our reality since we first drew it on cave walls. We are just now achieving a level of sophistication that is allowing us to begin conceiving what “It” may actually be. The old religious books were written as literal accounts of early humans trying to make sense of the things they were seeing. We just grossly misinterpreted them.

Whenever the question of extraterrestrials visiting earth comes up in conversation, someone always asks, “Why don’t they just land on the White House Lawn?” As I’ve said, we are as yet too primitive to comprehend the full reality of this phenomenon. You wouldn’t go to the zoo and discuss financial strategies with the koala bears. However, if these entities, this consciousness, this “It” wanted to remain hidden and invisible, it likely could do so very easily. Still, human history is peppered with detailed accounts of encounters, some only with distant lights in the sky, others with landed craft and contact with occupants or representatives of a “higher power.” From “angels” descending from the heavens in flames and feathered serpents arriving in flying eggs to the now infamous video of the “Tic-Tac” craft released by the United States Navy, contact happens on the regular, and more often than not with highly credible people.

This suggests that many of these random, confusing encounters are staged, for whatever reason. Obviously, there is an intelligence behind it all. I am of the opinion that these seemingly random and baffling encounters are not random, and that there must be some pattern of intended influence on the course of our collective development. To us it seems random and confusing, but from some higher perspective, it probably makes obvious sense. Using the old thought experiment of the window washer to explain multiple dimensions, imagine we are the individual on street level, lost in the myriad of roads, alleys, buildings, and traffic. Getting from point A to point G may seem a daunting task. But to a window washer sitting on a scaffold fifty-seven stories up, watching the confused pedestrian below, the path appears clear. If he has the means to do so, he may offer some type of guidance to the pedestrian below, maybe a laser pointer to guide the way or some other signal to get him moving in the desired direction.

But what if the window washer must direct the pedestrian without alerting the pedestrian to the larger reality that gives him his unique position? How do you use a lighthouse to warn a ship away from the rocks without letting on that the lighthouse exists? And what scenario would make this a desirable outcome? While it may seem crazy, both John Keel and Jacques Vallée have noted that sightings usually occur in remote areas rather than in large population centers, and reports of encounters usually increase around the holidays and, oddly enough, on Wednesdays, specifically between the hours of 7:00 p.m. and 7 a.m. Staging sightings in rural areas at times when there would be fewer people out and about indicates that avoiding large-scale contact would appear to be the phenomenon’s M.O. This is not to say encounters never happen in heavily populated areas or in broad daylight. UFOs/UAPs have been spotted over major cities for centuries. They have been seen over busy airports, flying over the U.S. capitol, and even landing near a school in front of a bunch of children at recess.

Usually, they hide behind our limited perception and comprehension, “not in the spaces we know, but between them.” Occasionally, however, they deem it necessary to be seen for reasons we have yet to fathom. Or perhaps they are just having some sort of technical issue? Either way, when an individual encounters a ring of flashing multi-colored lights hovering silently over their car, it changes the course of that person’s life, if even in a seemingly insignificant way. At the very least, this person may delay their journey to watch the lights. It will certainly affect that person’s thoughts for the next few days. When a police sergeant in Socorro, New Mexico, comes across two small humanoid figures in white coveralls walking around outside a shiny, egg-shaped craft, what effect will this have on him? Especially when, when the small figures spot him, they jump into the craft and roar off into the heavens? How will his story influence the larger community?

Artist’s conception of the Socorro UFO incident. This might make me cancel my dinner plans.

And when a Navy fleet sees a strange craft with no visible means of propulsion defying the laws of physics as it flits above a churning sea and then vanishes in a flash, only to appear at the fleet’s pre-appointed rendezvous location 60 miles away (which is precisely what happened to the USS Princeton and two Navy F/A-18F Super Hornets), it is sure to have an impact on actions taken by one of the most powerful military forces ever to exist on the earth.

If you wonder how such encounters can influence the course of human development, you need look no further than the Old Testament. That collection of strange tales has been at the root of too many wars, stupid political ideologies, and other atrocities. I wonder if perhaps the idea of organized religion has proven to be a mistake, and this phantom consciousness has since decided to tone it down a bit and try a more subtle tactic?

Whatever the thought process, I would suggest that these encounters — the very same kinds of encounters our species have been reporting since we first learned to make marks on stone — are not random. Rather, they are an intentional method of guidance and influence. We are in school, and It is acting as our teacher. The question is, what is It’s nature, and just how much protection from ourselves does it afford? Is it a singular consciousness, or a collective of many entities? And what is the end game?

We are not alone. We have never been alone. Many of us have communicated in some form with this entity, “It.” I like that term because it harkens to the novel by Stephen King in which an incomprehensible monster appears to human eyes as whatever they choose to perceive, and the monster is pervasive – it is a part of everything in the fictional town of Derry, Maine. It is omnipresent. In the novel, “It” is a monster. Here, in our world, however, I feel it is at worst benign. Perhaps it is even benevolent, guiding us to a maturity in which we can one day join the larger conversation in the universe around us? It has always been nice to me, although it did make me into the raving loon you now see posting before you. So, what’s wrong with that? I, too, am benign at worst.

And being weird is fun.

Try it yourself. Take a note from one of my favorite poems, “Leisure” by W.H. Daniels (below), and take time to just sit somewhere away from the manufactured noise and stare into your surroundings. Relax your body, your mind, and your eyes. What do you see?

In closing, let me just say that I am going to pursue this phantom consciousness, this “It,” as I believe that is what I am supposed to do. As the military is not a viable option, I will experiment with consciousness-altering substances like DMT. I plan to travel to Peru soon and engage in an intensive ayahuasca study. I will report my findings to anyone who may wish to fund my expedition. I can be discreet (signing an NDA is OK for a price) or I can go public. I have had success in this area before, and I know I will be successful again, and I know what questions to ask. However, I would be happy to join in any research project on this topic. Come along or I’ll go alone.

A new day dawns sooner to those nearer the horizon.


What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

NOTE from Ape: This blog post may be updated soon. I just wanted to get the draft out there ASAP so readers can start thinking about it. Grow your reality.

Published by pookabazooka

I am an ape living abroad, writing to stay focused and to remember the things I think about. I post them here in case you'd like to spend a bit of time thinking about them, too.

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